“So yeah, me my mum and Nate,” (Nate being Justin’s twin brother). “Was walking through the market, when some little Indian man try move to her.” I had been sitting on my bathroom floor, whilst Justin was using the toilet. He was telling me about how he and Nate got arrested. “So me and Nate was like ‘rah, this man is brave’,” I laughed at his strained facial expressions. “Nate was screwing him hard and I was looking at my mum like ‘What the fuck?’ But anyway, the prick try get rude init. Started to mention my dad. One bang! He was on the floor.” By now I was rolling on the floor laughing. “Two Bangs! And they had to call the fucking police blud!” he stood up to wipe his bottom and I turned away. “So me and Nate sent a couple of our bredrins to have a word with him and he dropped the charges.” He flushed the toilet and washed his hands. He passed me hand and helped me up.
I had been spending the last few weeks with him. He was the craziest little fucker in the world. I loved him for it though. No, I wasn't falling in love with him- well I don't think I was- but I sure did love the bastard. “Oh Justin, you’re the best.” I said after laughing. He grinned.
“Come on Papa.” He had adjusted to calling me the false name I had given him the first time we met. “Let’s go make some egg for Jay.” I chuckled and followed him. “What kinda egg should we cook?” he took out an egg from the fridge and placed it on the counter. We stood staring at the devil itself.
“I dunno, how about fried?” he nodded.
“Yeah and put bare oil in the pan.” I giggled. “Where do you keep the oil?” I pointed over to a cupboard by the stove. “Get the frying pan.” He ordered. I took out a frying pan and handed it to him. “Right, how do you turn this thing on?” he looked at all the knobs and buttons. He looked really frustrated. He turned to me. “Are you gonna help?”
I shook my head. “My dad only lets me use the microwave.” I smiled. That was a lie; I just thought it was funny to watch him try and work it out.
He rolled his eyes and took out his lighter. “I saw my uncle do this one time.” He turned the knob and put the fire against one of the circle things on the stove. “BAM!” He shouted once the fire appeared on the stove. He placed the frying pan on top of the fire and poured a generous amount of oil in the pan and then poured alot more. “Right, you crack the egg and put it in here.” He pointed at the pan. I had watched my dad crack numerous eggs so I knew what I was doing. I got a fork and cracked it and watched it pour into the pan. I cringed. The oil bubbled up and I felt like I wanted to be sick. Justin turned it over and it looked cooked so he poured the egg and oil into a bowl.
“Justin, I don't think your supposed to eat it with the oil.” I said unsure.
“I know. So what do you think he’d like with this?” I shrugged.
“I'm not even too sure that he eats egg.” He grinned.
“Even better. Well, we better take this up to him.” I followed behind him. “Oh yeah, go and turn off the stove.” He sighed when he saw my confused face. “I’ll do it.” He passed me the bowl and came back in seconds. He took the bowl from me and we walked upstairs and into Jay’s room. “We brought you some lunch.” Justin beamed, like a little old housewife. “Eggoil.” I stifled my laughter as Justin handed him the bowl. Jay looked inside the bowl.
“What the fuck is this?” he asked horrified. Justin frowned.
“Don't you want it? Jessie and I slaved over a hot stove to make that for you. Ungrateful bitch! Come on Jessie.” he pulled me out the room and shut the door. I jumped on him.
“You are the fucking best JustyPop!” That was a temporary nickname I’d given him until I could think of a better one.
We went to my room and lay on the floor. “Reyes said; hello.” He was typing on his phone.
